A Reflection

when I tried to reflect the solemn and unfathomable stars shadowy vistas of sylvan beauty curled his fastidious lip disarmed anger and softened asperity poured out on him the full opulence of a proud recognition as I was reflecting the scars of stars on my face he wore an air of wistful questioning and I have sickening contrasts and diabolic ironies of life singing lustily as if to exorcise the demon of gloom and skirmishes and retreats of conscience

A smiling face soothens the heart of the onlooker A crying face emits sympathy of the onlooker A laughing face enhances the spirit of the onlooker An angry face disturbs the mind of the onlooker A serious face brings fear

Oh beloved mother, my concierge and my friend… This is a little tribute for all what you are, for all what you mean to me… Creator of the world created you with inundation of courage… I salute you for your

Eyes as bright as northern star Smiling, trying to hide the deepest scar A smile so pure and simple As I drew nearer, could it be possible I looked closer and found myself in horror Was that me, the girl

When in fragments I view myself My judgement based on a trifling Or not so trifling that has roused A tremor of mistrust and misgiving Momentarily rubbing my claim to A greater understanding of life situation Enough to cause a